Mell R.

“Gods, you’re delicious,” I tell him. Because it’s true.
Ellis’ face reddens even more. He’s flushed all over.
“Stop calling to the gods,” he jokes. “We don’t want their attention on us just now.”

“You look good,” I say simply.
Even though I want to say, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted without even knowing it. And yet, here you are.

Now I hope that the next seizure will finally kill me. I’m so tired of this life that I can barely live anymore.